It was easy to anger Julian, so why would you even try?

As Julian's main assistant, and test subject, you were supposed to help him with all of his experiments, even if that meant you were the one being tested on. He liked it when you just nodded and said 'yes' like a dumb puppy, rather than acting out.

However, you were tired of being told what to do. You didn't like being experimented on since, sometimes, the tickling experiments would go on for ages till your stomach started hurting and your cheeks were aching from the laughter.

So, you decided to retaliate. You shook your head every time he said anything, and you ignored his orders. That pissed him off.

He let out a soft sigh, keeping the same indifferent expression as he grabbed you by the collar, which he made you wear as a sign of ownership, and dragged you to a special room. The Punishment Lab.

You were strapped down, by him, to a metal table, your wrists and ankles clamped down by metal cuffs, and your toes tied back so you couldn't move them one bit.

"W-wait! Come on- I'm sorry, I take it back!" You quickly said in hopes of trying to save yourself from the ticklish torment about to come.

Unluckily for you, Julian simply shook his head, pressing a small, red button.

"Too late. You should've just listened," He murmured back with a small glare.

You were then overwhelmed with ticklish sensations, rolling brushes against your feet, lots of robotic arms coming down and scribbling along your sides and stomach, and feathers brushing along your armpits.